I ran at her. I could get across a football field in seconds, and there was no getting away once I gained momentum.
Noa fucking Sloane didn’t have a chance.
She screamed when I grabbed her, but there was no one to hear her, all lifelines gone, and it was just us out here. Her chest collided with mine, and I took her with me into the bleachers, lodging her between them on the creaking metal.
“Get the fuck off me!” She kicked, clawed me. She scratched the shit out of my arms and neck, but I wasn’t letting her go. She was mine, my ass to own.
My ass to take when I wanted.
I’d promised her she was going to scream for me, my cock instantly hard at the thought. This was probably some kind of real sick shit, pinning her outside where whoever wanted to look could fucking come along and look. All reasonable and logical thought evaded me. This girl had become my obsession in little more than a tango with me, a vice with her little shorts and bare midriff top. Her naked shoulder eased out of one of the sides, strikingly tan and luscious. She’d gone home first, obviously changing before coming back to witness what she’d believed would be my demise. She’d clearly set this shit up.
I grinned. “You get off making people hurt,” I hissed. I jerked her to me. “Making my mother fucking cry.”
“Dorian—”
Her slender body quivered beneath me, soft hips and an even softer ass. I got a handful beneath her booty shorts.
“Don’t touch me,” she ground out, but she had a poor poker face. Her eyes rolled back the instant my hand slipped beneath her cutoffs, breaths panting and belly trembling. She was reacting to me.
She liked what I was doing to her.
I was fucking steel beneath my jeans, the fact she was fighting me making me even harder.
“How bad do you want this cock inside you?” I asked, sounding manic to even myself. I didn’t take girls like this, fighting me like this. What was the fucking point? I got a lay in under a minute with a text. I growled. “How much do you think about me when you’re using those dildos?”
“Fuck you,” she snapped, and I bit my teeth at her. It made her lips quiver, her body tremble.
“You’re a bad liar, little fighter,” I said, my finger tracing the line of her fly. I started to play with it, but I grabbed her hand instead. I made her touch me through my jeans, and she hissed again.
Hell, I fucking did too.
I took a chance. She could have easily snapped my dick off.
She didn’t.
I forced myself into her palm, made her cup me until the tension eased out of her hand, and she was squeezing me back.
“Dorian,” she warned, but still stroked me. “I—”
I kissed her, borderline fucking manic. We were playing a dangerous game here, one I wanted to win.
She kissed me back, melded beneath me when she not only rubbed my dick but forced her hips up to meet me. She was a greedy little thing, this little fighter.
“You want this cock in your mouth?” I grunted, and I didn’t care if she wanted it or not. She was going to get it, take me. I owned her. I bit her lips apart. “Open your mouth.”
She did, letting my tongue in, her taste exploding around me. It hazed my head until I couldn’t see straight, and all I could taste was candy lip gloss. This girl was making too much noise fucking everywhere. Especially in my mind.
I unzipped my fly, taking myself out and guiding her up. She looked like an erotic vision waiting there to receive me. She may not have wanted this at the start, but the lust in her eyes told of something different now.
“Beg me for it.” She was going to submit to me. She was going to admit I owned her. “Beg to suck my cock.”
Her eyes hazed, charged with heavy need, and I nearly forced myself on her. I waited. She was going to take it because she wanted it, the real win here. I’d own her because she’d want me to own her.
Her lips parted. “I want it,” she panted, blinking like she wasn’t even sure if she knew where the words were coming from. She nodded. “I want to suck you. I want to taste you.”
I blinked, shocked myself. In fact, my dick kicked against my hand, and I nearly rolled off her. I didn’t know if I liked how readily I was reacting to her.
I angled forward instead.